Rosalyn Jennings shook her head with a bitter smile, "You're still young, you wouldn't understand right now."
Maeve Lane leaned in and gently hugged Rosalyn Jennings, "I'm not a child anymore. Why do you stay with this family when Dad treats you like this?"
She didn't believe it. If she could notice Anson Lane's infidelity, how could her mother not?
A woman's intuition is often terrifyingly accurate.
"Zoe, some things are not as simple as they seem on the surface." Rosalyn Jennings' gaze was complicated, her eyes brimming with tears, "It's my fault for making you suffer along with me."
"It's not suffering."
After Maeve Lane said this, she remained silent.
Only with Rosalyn Jennings could she feel the warmth of a home.
...
When Anson Lane woke up, his head was still throbbing with anger. Seeing Sylvia Lane by his side, his frown slightly eased, "Sylvia, go get me a glass of water."
